The Red Lady and Chase Entertainment proudly invites you to the end of the year party aboard the Eden pleasure cruiser.

Tonight's entertainment is financed by lady Asteria deWinter, Amelia Chase and Sara Arkelion so be sure to enjoy.

Lady deWinter herself walked through the main hall, making final inspections prior to the guest arriving. Her ladies and gents were in place already, some moving through the room and mingling amongst themselves in preparation, others danced on aerial silk high above them, on soft fabric hanging from the tall ceiling, a few were positioned around the room, in their elevated spaces dancing to the beat of the music. The brunette merely gave a nod to each of her girls as she moved along. Corners of the room projected montages from movies done by Chase Entertainment, muted, fitted to match the music.

As it were though, the more private entertainment could be moved to the lower floors, where the keys were simply waiting for the guests, whether it be with any of her employees or if the guests had other things in mind...

Remember when we danced softly under skies, pretending like there was no tomorrow?

The bar was packed. Asteria cared little for the cheap liquor but she respected that there were those who preferred the taste and thus acquired those as well but above them were displayed the better beverages, in all colors. Whatever the taste, it would be met with a glass filled...

Music played through ever second. The band brought lighter and more upbeat tones for the time being but for a request, it cold easily be altered.

She smiled at the sight and nodded. It was simple, basic almost. And yet, it allowed for plenty... talking, dancing, mingling, drinking... What else could an event like this require more than good company?

So lets have the music take us away, the alcohol won't let us remember most of it anyhow...

As the Lambaada Class shuttle landed, Rylan made sure to give the pilot a little extra on his payment for the quick and quiet flight to this party. He held out his arm for Fallon, and escorted her down the ramp into the hanger, and out into the main floor of the event, a slight smirk on his face, and his formal attire making him appear to be of a wealthier class than most would expect of one like himself, as a busboy passed with flutes of some form of drink or another, he managed to snag a pair of them, one for him and one for his lovely date for the evening. "So, are you ready for the all the eyes that will be upon you tonight, my dear best friend?" his grin showed how amused he was, as he passed her one of the two flutes, "How long has it been since you managed to convince me to come to one of these events anyways? Seem's like forever." a small chuckle escaped his lips, as he scanned the crowd that was already here, before he finally sipped at the drink in hand.

Careful not to step over her gown, Fallon followed along, not saying anything for the longest time. It had been surprisingly long since she'd attended anything tht even resembled a formal affair of any sort. She'd simply been... out of the spirits for such thing for a long while. Not to mention she'd lost the desire to attend them with proper company. Rylan returning however very much fit that category, one of very few she preferred by her side. And yet, when her best friend offered her a glass, she took it and downed it quickly while he talked. Fallon pulled the glass away and licked her lips, carefully catching a passing waiter to dump it on the tray, not caring what the purpose for it was even. "Eyes on me? With all the half naked chicks and dudes that soon will be? I doubt it," she quickly pointed out, her green eyes moving through the room. She knew they were called red ladies and gents. She remembered that from back when she was fourteen. She still remembered the face of the one that de-virginized her but that face wasn't anywhere insight. Made sense, these all seemed so much younger. Maybe she was getting too old. "Meanwhile, you look like you stole that suit from some senator," the brunette suddenly realized as her gaze shifted back to her best friend. The suit... suited him. "That was a compliment." Her words came out flat. As if she expected him to miss something obvious, really it was her making sure it didn't get lost in her wording. Another busboy passed and Fallon reached out for two more glasses, offering one to Rylan. "Drink up, the night is young."

She paused, wondering about what he'd said. When was the last time she'd dragged him to a place like this? Fallon could not, for the life of her, remember. She couldn't remember when was the last time she'd been to a place like this. So it made sense she had no idea how to answer his question either. "I can't remember," she said, a quick frown flashing on her face before she forced it off her mind and grinned. "What do you wanna do first?"

There was a slight shrug of his shoulders "Naked is naked, but you're far more interesting than any of them m'dear." Rylan smiled a little as he scanned the crowd once more as he finished his first drink, depositing the glass before Fallon had offered him his next glass, "Well to be honest, I might have stolen it from one." a laugh escaped his lips. Shooting the drink back, he let out a hrmph like sound, eyeballing the glass he frowned, "That was not enough..." he grumbled before looking back over at Fallon and smirking. Her reaction to his question caused him to smile a little, hoping this evening would be at least something for her to remember and smile about.

"Huh, I don't know, what do you wanna do first?" he mused, trying to think about what mischief they could get up too this evening.

"Aww!" It was sweet. Definitely sweet. In truth, naked was naked. It would get attention. "You're sweet," Fallon added cheerful and downed the second glass. It was weak but it was good for starters. They could get some better stuff later.

She did however chuckle at his suit comment. That explained plenty. "I can imagine. Was he dead when you stole it?" Something would have been even funnier, she was sure.

Rylan was right. "We need stronger stuff," which of course followed his answer with a question. Which made her answer even easier. "To the bar! We need the good stuff." She nodded, taking his snatching his glass away from him to drop it on a passing tray, one of them breaking in the process before she caught his hand, dragging him towards the liquor selection.

Formal events. 'Blech.' It had been a decade since the last one that the blonde had attended, and she'd come away from it with a less than thrilled opinion of such things. However, now she had very little choice in the matter, as politics demanded that she at least show her face as a representative of her people . . . and of her House. Even if the twenty-eight year old was a rather more colorful member of Hapan society, these last few years. But that was neither here nor there, and Serinn banished her silent musings from her mind for now, as she strode down the boarding ramp of the Hapan-built shuttle which had brought her to the cruiser. Offering polite nods and gracious smiles to the cruiser's staff as her path led her through passageways and in and out of turbolifts until she reached the main hall, the last living member of House Sarkin of Hapes brushed her hands over her dress, doing her best to smooth any remaining wrinkles out of the unfamiliar garment.

And then she spotted the bar, promptly moving in that direction, albeit at a more sedate pace than was usual for her. It gave her time to study people as she passed through and past them, as well as those who were already at the bar. After another few minutes, the lone woman stopped before the counter, and made a gesture for the bartender to approach. As other patrons were served in order of "first come, first served," Serinn's pupil-less silver-blue eyes took in her surroundings for another few moments, before the bartender could serve her. When the opportunity presented itself, she requested a glass of Corellian Reserve, on the rocks. It was poured in short order, and she thanked the bartender before he went on to another person.

Tilting the glass back and forth a few times to watch the golden liquid shift this way and that, Serinn took a sip before turning to rest both elbows on the bar, so that she was facing away from it. The movement would display the tattoo that covered her entire back, but she paid this fact no mind - she'd had the design for long enough that she had become accustomed to a variety of reactions when people saw it.

Ice marked every step she took, spreading from where her bare foot had touched outwards, taking on the shape not of icicles, but of spider webs. The ice never lasted much; a few seconds, perhaps slightly more, before it dissolved into the air, leaving not a trace behind.

Emerald green eyes showed deep amusement as the woman scanned her surroundings but for a moment.

Her body was covered, the gown hugging her form as tightly as it could, though only the most curious of eyes would notice it did not move in the smooth fashion most fabrics do. No, for her body was not adorned by such material.

It was snow. Snow, in its purest form, moving and flexing in ways unlike it. Her dark hair fell down to the middle of her back, providing a stark contrast to the 'dress'. No jewels adorned her neck or arms, nothing but a small tiara resting atop of her head. A tiara made of ice.

Sith Mistress Shery deWinter smiled as she made her way towards the bar.

Silver-green eyes prodded the interior of the sprawling luxury cruiser. The Sith Lord had arrived without any weapons per his usual interaction at most...social gatherings. There was rarely a need for a lightsaber in most interactions these days anyways. With the complete fracturing of the galaxy, there were precious few real elements of ally and enemy. A definitive chaos had long since settled over the denizens of this galaxy.

However, it was a small mind that truly believed there were not motions in the shadows to erect some type of order, some element of control. This would always be the desire of certain individuals. Cameron, himself, used to be one...perhaps still was. Though he no longer desired thrones or political power. These pursuits were for lesser individuals, for those that needed such things in their life.

Adorned in a simple black shirt and black pants, the former Emperor had apparently lacked desire to so much as properly tie his tie. For what purpose? He stood on no official ceremony this evening, his presence aboard the vessel was one of respite. More importantly...he'd hoped to run into someone that he'd long been parted from. Her and the beautiful infant they had produced almost entirely of the accord of others.

As his eyes fell on Shery, a thin smile touched Cameron's lips. Her attired looked like a dress from a distance, but he quickly became hip to the reality of the woman's attired. Stepping up behind the woman, the Sith Lord manipulated the Force in the palm of his right hand to generate a large degree of heat - heat that typically preceded the creation of a fireball. Allowing his hand to drift over the small of Shery's back, he reduced the heat and placed a palm do Shery's smooth skin. The caress was brief as the Sith Lord slightly moved the woman's hair, just enough to expose the nape of her neck.

A soft kiss was placed upon the now exposed skin before Cameron spoke to the mother of his most precious child. "Well then. I'm certainly glad I elected to attend."

A submission to decadence when the whole galaxy has been thrown into chaos. How could Anon refuse? Only a thin slice of what remains of civilization would be present, and the flamboyant technophile would be included. A chance to rub elbows and network like this would never come again in a lifetime. And Anon calculated he could live a relatively long time compared to the standard.

Draped in shimmering stardust, Anon chose to wear a sleeveless one-piece ending with flared leggings. Above the knee, the material was skin-tight and transparent. The conservative of mind would find themselves fortunate, perhaps, that Anon lacked anatomy worth censorship. The flowing material below the knee curtained hid from view the pair of polished silicon pumps which would act as perfect mirrors for then they stepped for a brief moment in to view. Anon's arms ended in pale arms were also covered by sparkling gloves, carrying a bright pink feather boar around the elbows. Finally, Anon's white hair was pulled to one side of his face into a cascade of curls and ringlets.

After providing the valet with the keys to the speeder, Anon Nona entered the ballroom and too a moment to bask in the radiance. Without any effort, the Synthetic had scanned the room and already recognized many of the faces. With the presence of a certain family, Anon smiled as he kept a terrible pun to himself.

"Now to mingle." Anon said to himself, before strutting down the steps into the main room proper. Like a peacock with his tail fanned, Anon was looking for attention. A drink, too, would be nice. With no straight path in particular, Anon headed towards the bar.

Bare feet pressed against the metallic ramp with each step in the walk. The feet were hidden like her legs under a long dark rancor hide skirt. It had a full inch bunching at the floor. That would not happen if Petra had worn the skirt just a little higher but it was worn where it felt comfortable. A belt tightly hugged lowly around her hips to hold the skirt from falling. Darker tone of the same hide was used for the belt and decorated with rancor teeth. The design made it so her saber could match the belt since half of it was the rancor teeth from the same set; however, it was not with her for the event.

For clothing on Petra that was it, she did wear jewelry like hallow out bones of a rancor with embedded precious stones and feathers that hung from it. Other pieces were necklaces that had rancor claws, feathers and stones. The largest claw hung down center of her body and rest between her bosom. The expose flesh was not left untouched. It was decorated with Dathomirian symbols, markings, and clan tribal patterns all over. Not one inch was left untouched; it was golden, black, and purple work of art on her body.

Entering main gallows to join all that came, Petra scanned the room before moving on. With her were two others, her children of Dathomir came in behind her. She just gave a nod to dismiss them so they could do what they wanted. Their talk over future matter was to come later. Looking over towards the bar, she rested on the business of the area as things were just starting and many appeared to walk the path of impairment on some level. For her, the feet under the hide carried away from those at the bar and more to a space to observe the music and aerial dancing.

In likeness of her mother, Serva took on golden tone with black paint drawn on her. Jewelry around her waist served as decorations and strap for darken strip of rancor hide to hang in front and behind her. She donned other jewelry for her outfit, but her body was covered more in the paint than her mother. Heels clicked as she walked slightly to the right and behind her mother. Her eyes were locked forward until Petra stopped in the main room.

Once the nod was given, eyes darted around to see who was present among them. Serva did see a few that she knew because of her training that Petra put them all through; however there was one who was not part of any of that. It was a Hapan that was being trained in the Cult’s ways but to the rest of the galaxy it was known as Dathomirian Magic.

Waving her brother to follow, Serva went over to Serinn at the bar. Even with the Hapan in the dress, it did not phase Serva about how came to the so call party. It was their culture. There were other more covering outfits in their culture they could have gone with. This was more to please her mother since family members were being killed and others going rogue.

She walked up to Serinn with a hint of smile. On the other hand, her words were friendlier in tone to the sort of smile. “Working towards clouding the mind, sweetie.”

"Eh, I'm not that sweet... Prefer to see it as being honest." Rylan grinned a little, popping a grape into his mouth from a passing by plate of various snacks and appetizers. He rolled his shoulders, still not being quite used to his outfit and it's lack of places to hold proper weaponry, so when Fallon's question came he laughed, "Not when I took it, a couple of minutes later, though? Oh yes, very much so."

"Mmhm." There was a nod of agreeance to her statement about needing the stronger stuff, he didn't bother saying another word as she grabbed his hand and dragged him off towards the bar, he chuckled a little bit at the action, but didn't resist, he couldn't wait to see how this would turn out.

Like the rest in his family, the upper torso, arms and face were golden with black designs painted on. His were more of the Nightbrother pattern compare to his mother and sister. Thick black padded cloth wrapped around his lower torso and slightly over his black baggy pants. Boots hugged tightly for a good fit and hold the bottoms to the pants that caused the pants to hang over. For being a Jai warrior, the appearance fit how they been seen off-worlders because other male Dathomirians that had made splashes in the galaxy.

Tony followed like his sister behind his mother and even followed his sister too. He was not in the mood to be there, but like many in the family there were eggshells to walk on. No one knew what their mother was doing and why one was killed and another went rogue. So he was going to shadow his sister and remain silent like a bodyguard.

During his aimless course through the ball's attendees, Anon was passed by another prominent family. Surely any party that was graced by a deWinter would guarantee seeing a Cavataio present with plumage in bloom. Or in the case of the Superior Mother, teeth bared. Optics took in the image of mother and cubs, leaving Anon to sigh in disappointment. This had been a chance to get away from natives and mysticism. Apparently Savage was trying to come back in season. Mother Petra was a known icon, and Anon has seen the daughter Serva take time in a spotlight, but Anon's curiosity was peaked but the hunk of meat that flanked the the witches' side. This face was not as public, and surely it was his duty as part of the Potestatem to ensure records were whole.

As graceful as a breeze, Anon Nona moved through the crowd, crossing the short distance to come up behind Antonio Cavataio as he reached the bar. Fingers with the gentle touch of a surgeon skated across the muscles of the warrior's back as the glittering dandy found his own place at the bar counter. "Did you fall into a pile of sugar? Cause you have a pretty sweet ass." Anon purred.

She didn't notice it right away but her body began to sway to the music while she listened to Rylan contradict her statement. "But also sweet," Fallon insisted. She also smiled as she spoke. It was a good night so far. Just what she needed. And as far as she was concerned, Ry's return was long overdo. Very much so.

Moving forward, the brunette chuckled. "He wanted it back?" She continued the tale of the suit when what was offered wasn't all that much. Fallon liked stories. And besides, the two of them hadn't talked all that much as to what he'd been up to in the time he'd been gone so it was only natural for her to ask questions.

It didn't take them long to get to the bar with Rylan coming along on her pull quite easily. "Pick something!" She declared when they reached it, leaning up on her toes a little bit to take a good look at what was offered. "Something expensive and good". Obviously, one didn't really mean the other, as the woman had learned through the years.

A moment or two further of silence preceded Serinn's reply to Serva, as she savored another mouthful of the rare brandy, before turning her attention to the other woman. An eyebrow shifted ever so slightly in interest at the unique choice of attire, such as it was, though her words and non-verbal reaction were accompanied by a negative shake of her head. Indicating the glass in one hand with her chin, she spoke. "It would take more then this one glass to do anything to me. I'm merely watching. Observing. Learning what I can of those who came."

A touch of a wry smile curved her lips for a moment or two before disappearing as she added "Avoiding politics as long as I can." And then she fell silent to wait for the other woman's reaction.